Page 66 of Suffer No Fools
Hugo couldn't see Tovey's slick cock, but he felt it push in beside his, rubbing against him in the tight confines of Stan's channel until Tovey lay pressed against Stan's back. Their cocks aligned perfectly, sliding against each other as Stan continued to set the pace. He started with gentle rocking thrusts, but then Tovey took control, pushing Stan down onto Hugo's chest and driving his cock into him. Hugo wasn't moving, not really, but the movement against his cock was divine.
He felt guilty for not helping. He felt Stan's cock leaking against his stomach and reached for him with both hands, rubbing his balls in one while stroking him with the other.
"Oh, fuck, baby, that's too good."
"It's all right, sweetheart." Tovey bit down on Stan's earlobe. "Let go."
Stan groaned and his cock spurted hot cum on Hugo's hand. His channel tightened around them, squeezing Hugo's cock against Tovey's just right. Hugo fell back against the pillows as the pleasure crashed over him.
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Tovey grunted as he thrust one last time and froze, his hips flush against Stan and his cock pulsing inside him. Hugo's cock gave a valiant twitch, too, and Hugo whimpered beneath him.
"Best fuck ever." Tovey kissed the shell of his ear. "You are so good for us."
For them, both of them. Tovey only spoke in the plural. He would never admit Stan was good for him, individually. Stan loved being part of the package deal, but he was selfish, too. He wanted Tovey to admit what they had was more than sex, more than protective instincts. They were bonding, for fuck's sake, and not only with Hugo. Stan had heard Tovey's thoughts, too. He'd felt so cared for and loved while they'd fucked, but now, he felt uncomfortable in his own skin.
Tovey kissed his ear and along his neck, biting gently at the intersection with his shoulder. "So sexy like this," he whispered. "All mine."
Stan's heart pounded at Tovey's mistake. It had to be a mistake. His eyes burned. Gods, he wished it wasn't.
Tovey pulled out of him, and Hugo's cock flopped free. Stan dreaded the cleanup. He knew his ass had to look a mess with both their cum and all that oil pouring out of him.
"We did that," Tovey said. Stan didn't look, but he felt Tovey's gaze on his ass, admiring the sloppy mess. "I'll clean you up, good as new."
Stan didn't merit Tovey's help. He deserved to be stuck like this, fucked open and leaking, empty and gaping for all to see his mess in clear detail.
Hugo reached for him, pulling him up so he was lying flat on top of the emperor, chest to chest. Hugo's hair was a mess of tangles where it had come loose from his braid. Stan tried to wipe his tears on Hugo's pillow, but he wasn't fast enough.
Hugo brushed them away. "Oh, my sweetheart." He kissed the trail of tears down his cheek. "I'm here with you. Tovey's going to make everything better."
Tovey startled him with a swipe of a wet cloth down the backs of his legs. "I would do this the fun way, but I'm still too full."
Hugo snorted a laugh. He kissed Stan's face until his tears dried.
Tovey finished with his ministrations and shoved Stan until he fell beside Hugo on his side. With a final swish of cloth, he wiped the sticky mess from Hugo's cock and returned the cloth to the basin on the dresser. Then, instead of sliding into bed beside Hugo, he crawled behind Stan, spooning him as tightly as he had when they'd fucked.
Stan wanted to trust the feelings in his chest. He wanted to believe Tovey had forgiven him, but this level of closeness was too new.
Stan didn't have words for the desperate hope building in his gut. He desired Tovey as much as he did Hugo. He closed his eyes and made a Solstice wish, for them to see him as he was, not how they wanted him to be.
As he drifted between sleep and wakefulness, strange ideas crossed his mind. He thought he heard Tovey asking,"What do you need from us?"
"I only need you to be yourself."
"I'm always myself. It's you who gets lost,"dream Tovey replied."You need to see how wonderful you are for us. We need to be enough for you."
Enough. There was the word Stan had dreaded the whole time he'd known Tovey. Tovey was far out of his league, the most attractive sailor in all of Aquarion, and most of Glamiere besides. Stan worried he was too much for Tovey. Too plain. Too stoic. Too boring.
Hugo more than made up for Stan's deficiencies. He was their emperor and showed the same confidence with them as he would with other heads of state. He wasn't afraid to show Tovey affection, yet Stan hesitated.
"Gods, you're never too much. Your affection is never enough. I want all of you."Those were the words Stan had always wanted Tovey to say, but now he feared he was making them up in his head.
"I'm afraid I will lash out at you one day, and you'll be gone."
That thought was far from Stan's personal wish fulfillment thinking. It jarred him awake. He turned over to face Tovey, who stared back at him with a wrinkle between his eyebrows.
